I have no idea why I am writing this except that I just got through cooking and am somewhat reflective about a good meal well prepared. My wife and I went to the North Carolina State Fair yesterday where you could buy, among other culinary delights, grilled turkey legs. Well, we wanted one but the wife suggested that the ones I could do on the egg would be better so after a trip to the store this afternoon, I did them on my small egg. I did them indirect at 350 over some cherry wood to an internal temp of 180. On the same grill, I did grilled vegetables and baked sweet potatoes. All were very good.[p]But, that isn't why I'm writing. This epistle is about cooking fast versus cooking well. My neighbors came out while I was preparing my fire (a good 20 minute process from stirring the left over lump to being ready to cook) and started their gasser. I heard a few clicks from the "automatic igniter" then the ensuing "whump!" as the gas finally caught. The man of the house brought out some chicken breasts which went on about 10 minutes before my turkey legs ever saw heat. He was finished at about 10 minutes into my hour long cook and their yard bird was off to the table. While they were eating on their patio, I enjoyed a nice hour-long conversation with my mother until the thermo read 180. The wife and I enjoyed a great dinner.[p]I was just thinking about my meal versus my neighbor's meal. They may very well have been equally good (although I have doubts) but I enjoyed the process as much as the product.[p]Just thought you would like to know.